Page 71 of Icy Cold Death

She leaned forward.

“Are you arresting me?” she asked. “Because you didn’t Mirandize me, or let me call my attorney!”

He didn’t care.

“I am holding you until I decide if you’re guilty or not. Then, I’ll read you your rights.”

It annoyed him when PIs played cop. This was going to be one of those moments. Some people couldn’t hack his job, so they became PIs instead.

She stopped him.

“You cannot hold us without a reason. That’s a violation of my rights!”

He pointed.

“Listen up, Lady, I can hold you until I talk to all of you. You’re witnesses until I find out if you did this or not.”

Tori pointed back.

She wasn’t having it.

“We aren’t witnesses.”

Only, he didn’t let her finish. He went there, and she wanted to punch him in the face.

“She who finds the body could have dumped the body,” he said, grasping at straws. “You’re all going back to the precinct to be held until I finish up here.”

What?

The?

Hell?

As someone who had been a Fed, Tori could recognize that this man was breaking so many rules that it wasn’t funny. The first big one by not letting her make a phone call.

“That’s going to take all night,” she stated.

He smiled like he was teaching her a lesson.

Tori looked forward to the moment where she could wipe the smile off of his face.

“Awwww, Princess, have a party to go to?” he asked. “It looks like you’re stuck doing what I want. I have your phones. I don’t like nosey-ass PIs snooping around my scenes. We have missing women, and you might have just found one. How do I know you’re not working a case?”

Was he an idiot?

“Because I told you I’m not, but let me just put this out there. If I get out of this, and you have to apologize, I promise to work this, and make your life a living hell the entire time. When I solve it, and I will, I’m going to make you look like the dumbass you are, chuckles. You’re going to wish you never threw me in the back of a police car like I did something wrong.”

He gave her a smirk.

“See you in the morning, Princess, when I have time to officially interview you. Enjoy holding.”

He whistled, and when he did, the four cops who had the keys to the cars headed his way. When he closed the door, he pointed.

“Transport them. Put them in holding until I get in to talk to them.”

His partner was horrified.

“Jon, come on,” Genesis said. “They didn’t do anything. Why are you busting balls over this? They found a body. That happens and we don’t treat every person as a suspect.”

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